Bring back the workhouse
Grandad August 4th, 2008
Another sign of growing old is that my eyes need testing a bit more often than usual.
I don’t think I had a single eye test between the ages of eighteen and forty. My sight was grand so I didn’t need one.
Lately though, I have been having problems. I have been getting headaches, and it has really been pissing me off so I went for a checkup. Sure enough, the sight had changed over the last couple of years, so I need a new prescription. They said that the change was the probable cause of the headaches.
After the test, I went off and got a mortgage, and returned to select frames and lenses and everything. I ended up paying out more than my parents paid for this house. Seriously!
I asked them when the glasses would be ready, as I wanted them as soon as possible to stop the headaches.
They said it would be about seven working days. That was grand. Only a week to wait.
Today is a Bank Holiday. Because of this, I have to wait longer for my glasses, and have to suffer another day of headaches.
For fuck’s sake! Don’t you get enough days off during the year?
You lazy bastards are lying in bed while I am suffering.
It’s bad enough that we are entering a recession, but you fuckers decide to do nothing today for no reason other than you feel like a day off.
What about me and my headaches? Have you no sympathy?
Furthermore, my pension depends on the state of the stock market. While you lot laze around in bed, share prices are falling.
While you lot scratch your arses in bed, I am suffering.
Have you no conscience?
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